Saint Michael’s Hospice very kindly featured me on their Facebook page on Friday. If you found this blog through that, hello and welcome.
The total now stands at £935 which is super good. Only £65 to £1000! I’m going to edit the target and page a bit before the York 10K, because there’s not just me fundraising now; I’ve managed to rope Andy in, too.
If you fancy contributing, go to Justgiving.com/caitlin-rushby
What I’ve been up to
Well, the simple answer to that is Not Very Much. The week after my last blog post, my accomplice went off for a week of gallivanting at Glastonbury Contemporary Performing Arts Festival and I was left home alone to finish off my Civic Duty. That week, the blog post would have read something like, “this week, I went and sat in a hot room, being a good citizen, and then I went home and made dinner for one.” Thrilling. Oh and I read a lot of books, so many that I could well do a blog post in the near future entirely about books what I’ve read. So I put off blogging till I had another week of material and Andy had come home.
And here we are.
It’s Sunday afternoon, I’m writing and we’re watching the Tour de France coverage on ITV4. This is the best sporting time of year, when you have more to watch than you know what to do with. Wimbledon is a particular favourite of mine, although it did mean than Andy got to see my ugly tennis side. I’m not proud of myself, but this compulsion comes over me when watching tennis and the mist descends. I seem to get very emotionally involved with the matches. I’d somehow managed to avoid watching any tennis with him before and I think he was rather taken aback yesterday watching the Murray match.
Aside from the tennis, yesterday was spent taking advantage of the sunshine and sponging our bedside tables with Jacobean Oak wood stain. They actually look quite good now, considering they were raw pine Argos BOGOF specials to start with. Yes, my life really is that exciting.
On another note, I started writing a list this week. A special list.
When I was about 13, I had my palm read, and the palm reader told me that I’d die at age 33. This was based on my apparently very short life line. This absolutely terrified me, for obvious reasons, but as I grew older, I realised that she was spouting utter drivel and the creases in my hand do not dictate the course of my life. Especially as she read my right palm and I’m left-handed. And what kind of person tells a 13 year old they’re going to die in 20 years? A very mean person, that’s who.
Anyway, this popped into my mind this week as I was grumping around the house, grizzling about being on my own and doing Good Citizenship whilst other people who we shall call Ydna went gadding about in Somerset. It occurred to me that I could grump about, making myself unpleasant to be around, or I could make a list of 33 things to do before 33. These things will be a mix of large-scale goals, like going to India, and smaller scale goals such as learning to drive*. There are a few things on the list already but it’s not yet a full list. I’m working on it.
I should say, I really don’t think that my life will end in just under 7 years. I just like having goals to work towards. That’s sort of why I’m running a half marathon in 10 weeks.
The Fitbit has gone. It went a bit haywire- 65 flights of stairs in one day but only 8,000 steps? Not likely. Luckily, I was within the 28 day return window. So back it went and then I replaced it with a Tomtom Multi-Sport GPS watch. This one: